A light breeze shivers the seas cool
skin; disrupts monastic calm.
We wade in from a deserted beach;
stand
immersed to the heart.
You: "notice that school of fish
how it comes racing, skimming
with eerie snakelike motion."
I: "Likely fleeing something large.
Shall we move in closer to shore?"
But you think I'm teasing again
stand
smiling, amused. I'm struck still, entranced
by a look as the school sweeps by,
and a dark shape — meter or more —
almost brushes your submerged thigh.